Drop A Big Lie Novels & Stories

Vanessa was driving home, shaking her head. “Bad guy,” she whispered. And Gabriel? He lay back on his couch comfortably. He felt proud of himself. He believed he was in control. But sometimes— When lies grow too big— They fall loudly. And when that day comes— No one escapes the noise.

Something in his tone makes me sit across from him. “What do you mean?” He stares at the floor for a second before speaking. “After we broke up, my dad’s investors found out about the debt. They threatened legal action. I had to drop out for a semester to fix it.” I blink. “You told me you got a job opportunity.” “Yeah.” He huffs softly. “I lied.” The room feels heavier. “I didn’t want you worrying. Or seeing how messy it was.” “You don’t get to decide that for me,” I say, but there’s no heat in it this time.

I closed my eyes at once, pretending to be asleep. In the darkness, tears slid silently down my face. Dominic Conti— three days from now, I’ll be waiting for you to go crazy.

I licked my lower lip and acted disgusted. “Ew, no. Never. Why would I? Duh.” Biggest lie ever.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.

Then she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, "Famous race car driver Spencer Jordan suffered a leg injury after falling off a cliff. Despite the hospital's best efforts, they were unable to save the leg. Understood?" Stunned, I stared at her in disbelief. "Th-that's not exactly legal..." Dr. Reed hesitated at first. However, after Naomi raised her offer to $3 million and applied both threats and temptation, he finally agreed. One look at the two of them was enough to tell me they weren't joking. Cold sweat broke out across my back. I immediately reached for the phone on the bedside table, intending to call the police. Unfortunately, Naomi snatched it away before I could touch it.

Nothing real grows out of a lie. "Angelo." I looked at him. "Vivian knows I can't swim." Angelo sat up fast. His whole posture changed. "That's attempted murder." "You still want me to let it go?" I was so weak I could barely speak. "If you love me, even a little, make sure that evidence does some real damage." His face went paler. "Isa. Your enemies are mine." I closed my eyes and didn't open them till we reached the hospital.

"People are calling you an accomplice to attempted murder. The company's stock is tanking. So is Adelson Corp's." Chuck's voice cracked. "What?" He snatched the tablet—hate comments were flooding in. [No one deserves to be lied to for six years. She didn't even know she wasn't their real daughter. She offered to leave the second she found out—never tried to take someone else's place.] [Stabbed, nearly died, then forced into marriage so the culprit could dodge jail. And they still drugged her to block her from having kids—just to keep the "real" daughter's spot open. What kind of karma is that?]